Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. For nothing will ever convince me that it is not the man’s share in life to shield, to protect, to lead and toil and watch and battle with the world at large. ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. " Ten minutes' walk brought them to the hotel. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. Good-bye aunt. I’ve been smoking cigarettes in the preparation-room and thinking this out. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible.
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